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rooms; taking residence
by Travis G FinborgFeeling like words in a dark room
A room full of a computer carcasses
Monitor after monitor piled
On top of the broken rectangled
Cpu's
A musty room and on the floor
A decomposed rat
It smells of insulation
The fiberglass type
Pink and itchy
Casting about I search for the evil inside
The dark hole
Where everything seems to fail
To escape from
Only to find another room
This one more somber and less exciting
A bed and a couch
This is where I spend my hours
My valuably irreplaceable hours
Laying prone staring at a television
And dreaming of love
And talking to ex-girlfriends
I am so far away from it all
Its getting colder outside
The onset of winter
A time of solitude when I no longer
Need an excuse to stay bottled up in side
My drab little room full of books
And cardboard boxes.
10/28/2003 Author's Note: hmm yess well, if any one needed a description of my life it is no more complicated then that.
Posted on 10/29/2003
Copyright © 2026 Travis G Finborg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 10/29/03 at 05:32 AM Yes, recognizably revealed. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 07/18/04 at 05:00 PM Casting about I search for the evil inside
The dark hole
Where everything seems to fail (i thought that said, fall, oops, but i still think it's a great, memorable line)....i love the way you describe yourself through searing and uncomfortable image, a rotting rodent, the fiberglas, itch,itch, very effective. |
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